'FEELINGS' for you until death.....

I feel for you,
The best I can.
I feel for you,
The best I have.

My feelings are treasure,
For the special to share.
My feelings are precious,
For the one to care.

My feelings are few,
This is all for you.
My feelings are due,
This is all for you.

My feelings are expressionless,
I'm neither Shakespeare nor Keats,
For you I'm a common man,
Whose feelings are forever emotionless.

My feelings are universe,
To paint the world,
All I can is with my feelings,
No matter how hard it hurts or pains.

My feelings look out,
For you in the wilderness,
All I can find are memories,
That don't fade away.

My feelings are everlasting,
Though I may die someday,
Wake me up from death,
If you ever feel the same.

What is "POVERTY " ?

Poverty is my friend,
My friend from ages,
My friend from cages,
Poverty my friend.

                                  Poverty is my partner,
                                  My partner in crime,
                                  My partner in rhyme,
                                  Poverty my partner.

Poverty is my companion,
My companion in food,
My companion in hood and brood,
Poverty my companion.

                                  Poverty is my mate,
                                  My mate in darkness,
                                  My mate in lightness,
                                  Poverty my mate.

Poverty is my comrade,
My comrade in tatters,
My comrade in shatters,
Poverty my comrade.

                                 Poverty is my soul mate,
                                 My soulmate in sadness,
                                 My soulmate in happiness,
                                 Poverty my soul mate.

Poverty is my life,
My life at dawn,
My life at dusk,
Poverty my life.

"MY" - Old Age

My Life is not easy,
My face has thousand linings,
What do they speak ?
Years of pain and suffering.

My Life is not easy,
My back bent with age,
What do they speak ?
Firm affirmation to life's challenges.

My Life is not easy,
My power of sight diminishing,
What do they speak ?
Atrocities that cannot be seen.

My Life is not easy,
But I live happy and cheerful,
Living each day as my last,
As I dwell in my glory past.